Stories tagged “return”
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Writer's Block 5: Return to Annoyance
Henry was on his quest to stop The Ruby Ear from creating his evil empire, Henry discovered that he, again , didn’t exist. Henry was within Ficly itself, trapped in the “Let’s Write” box. Henry began taking punctuation marks. Af...
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A Past Yet to Come
Theo saw the sign by the door, approached and studied the facade. Ficlies? Ficly? Who cares? It’s back! Immediately, he opened the door, and stepped inside. The place was crowded. I’m late. Some faces looked unmistakeably familiar. An crook...
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Ruins of Automatopia
Our needs were met by design; by total automation of production. Automatons mine, refine, make, and cultivate. We toiled only toward extinction. And automated are the means to replace expired producers, even now. Some models make automatons and some, b...
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Father Returns
Captain’s Log, Ship’s Day 8249 Can this get any worse? I was reviewing the recycling logs for two days ago when I noticed the numbers didn’t add up. This was a substantial error, too—not just one kilogram, or two kilograms…...
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Retail: Product Return
“How can I help?” the manager asked as he approached the customers and the co-worker at the product return desk. “We were trying to return this game and she won’t give us our money back.” the male customer said in an angry...
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Hello Peace
Hello, Peace, It’s been a while Since you stepped through my door. Can’t say I haven’t missed you. Life without you’s been a war. Been up late, Excuse the bags That rest beneath my eyes. Your absence has disturbed my sleep Fille...
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Outrunning Your Past (I)
“Your dad, what?” Ethan asks. We decided to eat at the diner for old time’s sake and we’re walking to no place in particular. “He wants to help. Who am I to stop him?” “You’re Stacie, his daughter. Yester...
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The Return of Ghost in the Machine
I might be a little overconfident or overestimating my importance in the community, but i was once a ficleteer. I have had a hectic life however, and I fell out right before most people migrated to protagonize. Luck was with me though, because i someho...
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The Island
There’s an island, a pretty sizable one, big enough to support a growing and thriving population. This community that’s established itself on this firmly-set island is one of sharing, one of support. In all of the denizens’ endeavors,...
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Welcome Back
He got in her car, and they hugged. He placed his cold hand on her warm face, and she jumped. He gently pressed his hand against her warm face as he pressed his lips on hers. She closed her eyes and release her hands from the hug. They turned their hea...
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Where I am (Poem)
I’m lost in thought The pain goes deep Wondering around But I still can’t sleep So jaded from life All worried and sick Thinking is this Your latest trick You make me doubt And fret in vain How does it help What do you gain I’m lost i...
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Home
He jolted upright in the improvised computer chair, instantly alert. He was startled by what he had seen at the bottom of the screen, he half didnt believe it had been there; lost in the links, he couldnt be sure of what he was seeing. He frantically c...
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Father
The door to Richard’s office swung open on silent hinges, completing its full arc before resting gently against the door stop. A lone figure, obscured by a rain soaked trench coat, stepped into the room. Richard glanced up from behind his ornate ...
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Father (Repost)
The door to Richard’s office swung open on silent hinges, completing its full arc before resting gently against the door stop. A lone figure, obscured by a rain soaked trench coat, stepped into the room. Richard glanced up from behind his ornate ...
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Come Home Running
The snow was thick on the ground when Serenna returned to the town. She trudged through the silent streets, remembering how it had been last spring, so full of life and warmth. It was past midnight now and everyone was safely indoors, asleep under fur ...
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Reunion
I didn’t mean to break the door, but careful wasn’t gentle enough. The old barrier – rusted hinges, broken lock – fell into the room, sending a cloud of dust into the air. Inhale and remember, the fragrance of memories assaults ...
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Here We Go Round the Mulberry Bush
In the white hot incandescence of anger, your thing we call soul like moth to streetlight, away from death hanging on to that lashing frail thread of vengeance’s lust, back, back, back, your life unspooling to a connate snap where a white cold glare ...
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Future
What comes next, what am I supposed to do, should I be close to my life goals or far far away still. When does the next stage of my life begin, will I find love, when do I make the decision that sets me off on the next predetermined path in my life. Wh...